I'm out of love
if you asked me
but form time to time
when the rain is singing
and the moon is gleaming
I think of you when we're in love
and ours was magic
even if it's only a glimpse -
I was happy back then
inside me dying to go back there again
Oct 10, 2020
Oct 10, 2020 at 9:16 AM UTC
I'm out of love
if you asked me
but form time to time
when the rain is singing
and the moon is gleaming
I think of you when we're in love
and ours was magic
even if it's only a glimpse -
I was happy back then
inside me dying to go back there again
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